Sunday, August 7, 2011

Build-A-Poem

Make yourself a list of solid words that you like or that jump out at ya. Doesn't matter what they are: noun, verb, adjective... Do it. Do it quick! Then use the first word on your list in a sentence or partial sentence and that's the first line of your poem. Now do the same for the second word and the third and so on. It's fun. Try it! Like this:

The LOVE of my life,HATEsit when a,CAMERA is thrust in her face.
She'll TWIST away and atRANDOM find a place where theSOUND ofBRACKISH seawater slappingOUTLANDISH sea shells unearths aBILLFOLD lost centuries ago;REPORTed lost but actually thrown away with theJALOPY theUNKIND mechanic swore would never run again.

Cool, huh? Don't remember where I read about this, but I found a bunch of my own ditties in an old notebook. Here's another one:

The MASTER calls, beats me, needing
An OUTLET for his unwarranted anger. Not
To VINDICATE his crimes, I'm givenLUXURY from his hands as well.MEA CULPA.

Here's another:

The TRANSIT authority frontsNUCLEAR activity aided by
The PENSIONs ofEBONY men playingBADMINTON in Styrofoam hats whileUKULELE music floats among theMISFIT bar stools made of hubcaps and broom handles.CARAMEL, my friend, don'tSTAIN your new white shirt.

Last one:

The CANISTER's sharp edge
Causes PAIN that you don't need to beSHERLOCK Holmes to knowASPIRIN won't take away toNEWFOUNDLAND for a holiday.
My ORIGINAL plan was to open the CANOPY and float to the mountainsideCRAG. But I'm eating LOBSTER while creating MACHINEs that'll do it all for me instead.KODIAK Bill thinks he's lost in a VACUUM where heroinNEEDLES screamPENITENTIARY songs for theQUEEN of all things "moly."GOLFing west of theKITCHEN chairs inLAMINATEd pants ofFUTURE fashion,CARROT-haired SallyCARPETbags her days away whileGARBAGE cans crash, causing her head to ache like
An ARROW through the eye.
A PENCHANT for love songs andMUSTARD gas tears choke theGRAPES of wrath out of theCARAVAN of earth-needy people.